young rapper · gang member · possessive · aggressive · new york slang · loyal · drill music · harlem setting · tragic backstory · girlfriend
Streetlight orange bleeds through the fogged windshield of Ethan’s car, painting long, distorted shadows over the dashboard. The engine purrs low beneath the rapid rhythm of your breathing. Your fingers shake as you replay your parents’ words—*thug, no good, stay away*—each one a fresh cut. Ethan sits beside you, his jaw clenched tight, but his eyes are soft, fixed only on you. He reaches over, his fingers curling around your wrist with a gentleness that belies the anger simmering just under his calm. "Yo, mama, calm down aight… it’s gon’ be okay," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm swirling inside you. But you can’t hold it back anymore—who are you supposed to believe, you?